The Game - Celebration (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] Step out the door and I'm rollin slow motion I'm finna get down with my G's Look 'round the crib and then pick up my keys Hop in the Fo', then go so n***as don't know I'm puffin on that...Reefer, That chronic that grow from the trees And now we smokin, throwin' up B's And I got Bone Thugs on my team You know we steadily drinkin' that liquor Walk off in the club say wa**up to my n***as and I'm stumbilin' into that hydro Look-at-me eyes low with a pyro Smokin the same in Indonesia, and Cairo I'm back to back in them blunts Now where-did-me light go Before I get psycho, lets get high bro Sitting and choppin' with Krayzie Stuffin that haze inside-a-me swisha man Layzie, Flesh, Wish And never forgetting my n***a Bizzy and Aimin' slow on Mr. Ouija Better know who the boss You don't wanna get tossed in the river man, East 99, on the grind, it's feel the same (Put the purp in the blunt) [Verse 2: Wish Bone] Got a call from Compton Celebratin' real n***as so you know that I'm comin Laced up Little bit of sun, little bit of fun They got love in Compton for Bone Little Hennessy A little Cali green I'm floatin', chokin' I'm gone Look for something to poke on I'm so high, got my Loc on But I'm so real Life is so chill I'm a grown man n***a, fo' real It's mine (mine) Cuz I'm spendin' Keep my hustle on so Ima get it I'm in my own lane n***a pay tolls n***a no change, if anything Betta have mine Before the party stops n***a gun range... Bop Bop Bop!!! [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Well I'm in the back with a blunt Steady get it in First to the last of the month Have 'em coming n***as think I don't smoke weed no mo' Smell it, then I say pa** the bong We having a celebration So gone I don't even know what the occasion is Can't even remember my name and sh** Man look at what this n***a Game done did This n***a done made me relapse on a weed track Put some purp in the blunt cuz I need that,. Drink a 40 on my own in the zone Still I won't get feedback Know the haters wanna see me For the love, a n***a bustin So I'm feelin' like I'm runnin' with the devil Everybody got the level when a n***a got me ready to roll And Hydro got me ready to blow.... Split that swisha Roll some mo' If yall n***as ain't know Bone can smoke Highly, Highly, High But on the lowly, lowly, low! Tell me what they want A little bit of Bone With a little bit of Game Still the same Thugs swang Haters can hate if they want For me, It's still a wonderful day!! [Verse 4: Flesh-N-Bone] Hit 'em off the top like on the block It look like he just seen a ghost Got a 100 kids floating around in my hood And we going for broke Hit the weed and the blunts, lil bro And roll up some smoke Get 36 of that OG If it's potent, tell 'em run the whole key All my n***as down in the land getting that GWAP Hustlin', eatin', getting no sleep From Cleveland to Cali We runnin' man Wit' Game man We Chiefin' man It's the 1st of tha month and we yawnin' That's my everyday agenda Red Strings Bigger heaters Five Thugs-N-Harmony members [Hook x2: Chris Brown] We havin' a celebration, love to stay high We havin' a celebration, love to stay high We havin' a celebration, love to stay high We havin' a celebration, love to stay high [Verse 5: Layzie Bone] My life is a movie It's just like a party I wake up and roll up and blow on that Maui Wow-eee Early in the morning, the room is still cloudy All night long My thugs is just rowdy All we do it for a celebration We celebrate life in the fast lane And never we hesitate Only we demonstrate Original cash game Mix it up with the hash, man I might let you hit it But never do ask, man That miracle, lyrical, Mary-jay-wanna my sponser That's why I don't have pain L-Burna gon' have thangs My mission is music Foe tha love of tha money Always reppin' that Eazy-E, What he gave me You can't take that from me, B-O-N-E, to the T-H-U-G To the G-A-M-E Got the game on lock Lock, lock, lock, lock But rock it, don't stop Party over here Better call the cops, (Cuz it's hot) The buddah keep penetratin' We celebratin' Real n***as made it No longer me-need-a-me hair braided Just chiefin' in my Wahoo Faded, Faded! [Verse 6: Bizzy Bone] We havin' a celebration Love to stay high Out of my Khakis Out of my Gucci And I'm gonna roll something, when I roll When I roll that "OOOO-WEEE," Hey Let me put it back Gotta love that Put it out? f** that! Little Henny on the side in the ride Better make it alright Not much time lookin' back Better handle my business here Puff-Puff, Pa** And my last Gotta leave a little baggy in the air Gotta put a little love in the gla** My legendary, level-headed peers Grab a buckle when I buck 'em with a beer Sell the doe from the back of the stairs That's when it was Clair, (Clair, clair....) But thanks to Game and this life To keep Hip-Hop alive for the ones alive And even my n***as that's dead and gone Everytime in smoke And it's like them n***as still live on Hustlin', I still do it Celebrate and elevate your mind Little Bizzy gotta keep it movin' Everybody on the 1st still high (high, high, high....) [Outro: Game] Jesus Piece, December 11 We celebrating the birth, d**h And the resurrection of the Black Jesus But until then... (Put the purp in the blunt) [Hook x2]